We were both at our respective parties, but with
only days left before Christmas, a meeting had to occur. I left my party with
her party address in my phone's navigation system. Driving carefully through
the dense fog I traveled deep across county lines, along unfamiliar, dark
country roads until I finally arrived at the entrance of a beautiful
neighborhood. Stately old homes, resplendent in their holiday decorations, bid
me welcome. Finding the party house was easy, even without my GPS, there were
dozens of cars lining the street. I dialed her number. No answer. I waited.
Dialed again. Waited some more. I could imagine her purse, dumped by the front
door upon her arrival ... humming with my calls and voice mails. I finally
approached the front door, the music and cheer spilling out onto the sidewalk.
I tentatively rang the bell and stood before the grand double doors. Moments
later a tiny, white haired woman threw open those doors with gusto, and greeted
me with a flourish, "She's here!" she exclaimed.
My customer made her way through the crowd and I
handed her the little box. I watched her carefully remove the lid and then saw
her face lite up with childish delight. She was absolutely
thrilled!
We exchanged hugs and warm holiday sentiments and
then I left to return to my party, my heart filled with holiday cheer. Once
again, an adventure and a blessing had been given to me on this holiday party
night.
Merry Christmas!
